An Index of Maladjustments is the third album by The Long Afternoon. It was released in 2011 by Problematic Audio recordings.

For this document, The Long Afternoon comprised:

Eston Martz: guitars, vocals
Jeff Edmunds: bass, vocals
Greg Elliott: drums
Jean-Pierre Mulley: guitars

Recorded February 2010 to June 2011 at Frigo Recording, Problematic Audio, and 7 Spruces by Marc Frigo, Eston Martz, and J.-P. Mulley. Mixed by Marc Frigo and Eston Martz. Mastered by Marc Frigo.

More than a hundred summers
That’s what you’ll get
And you can cruise the hallways
You’ll pass the test
Meet me for chess on Thursday
You know the place
Make it an article of faith

Let’s change the subject, there’s no need for lament
Bumps in the road
And water in the wine
We get it all the time, but I don’t mind
I don’t mind

Your hands are well regarded
So they’ll pay in cash
It keeps the cousins happy
Doing secret math
You’ll be a sorry soldier
Full of hollow grace
That’s just an article of faith

Let’s change the subject, there’s no need for lament
Bumps in the road
And water in the wine
We get it all the time, but I don’t mind
I don’t mind

Take it on faith
Take it on faith
Take it on faith

You can participate
As long as you’re around
Or move to Cleveland
Where the weather’s always great
This whole charade is just an
Article of faith

At least that’s how it seems to me

Last year she couldn’t see the light
She wants to tell you what it’s like
When all the birds stop swinging
And all the chicks stay home at night

And all the things she once adored
She couldn’t stand them anymore
Threw out her clothes and keepsakes
And smashed the dishes on the floor

That’s when she met you and it’s better now
It’s all better now
Hoo hoo hoo

There’s tiny scars on her left thigh
It’s nothing you need to verify
She’s underlining words in her dogeared
Catchеr in the Rye

And if she lеaves her door unlocked
Hide all her spiders in a box
And if they’re back tomorrow
Maybe it shouldn’t be a shock

Because she’s met you and it’s better now
It’s all better now
Hoo hoo hoo
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Article of Faith
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I Could Show Her
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She shuts her eyes when she goes down the slide
She shuts her mouth when you wish she would sigh
And when she goes you can always pretend
“We’ll meet again
Don’t know where and I don’t know when”

Hoo hoo hoo

And you can ask her parents
They’ll tell you it’s all better now
And you can ask her sisters
They’ll tell you it’s all better now
And you can ask her friends
They’ll tell you it’s all better now
And you can ask the mirror

Tell yourself it’s all better now

The outcome’s not what we expected
I swear this wasn’t in the plan
There was a confounding factor
It spiraled out of control

This is not a full assault
This is not an act of malice
This is nothing personal
Just a casual transmission

No one could have predicted this
It wasn’t in the brief we got
We’re not a bunch of psychics here
I swear the intel wasn’t there

This is not a full assault
This is not an act of malice
This is nothing personal
Just a casual transmission

Just close your eyes and go to sleep
Sleep now and it’ll be okay
We’ll make it all all right again
If you close your eyes and go to sleep

This isn’t what was supposed to happen
That cat should havе stayed there in thе bag
But we’ll get a grip on this thing yet
And when we do some heads will roll

This is not a full assault
This is not an act of malice
This is nothing personal
Just a casual transmission

Shattered glass tax math
Everlasting car crash
Neoprene face smash
Ripped flag on your back

We live to feed the chameleonaires
We live to feed the chameleonaires

Hyperbolic engine
Day gig fix in
Headfirst tailspin
Hide the coprophagic grin

We live to feed the chameleonaires
We live to feed the chameleonaires

Lindbergh babydoll
Opulent freefall
Dangled excеss
Work hard, you’ll get
Just what they think you are worth

And you’ll nеver be a chameleonaire
You’ll never be a chameleonaire
We live to feed the chameleonaires

There’s no master plan and I won’t look back
Gonna ride the train till it jumps the track

Tell me she’s a wreck
And tell me she’s a drag
And say she’s on the rag
But i don’t care

She can take me places
That you’ll never go
You won’t even know
And I don’t care

There’s no master plan and I won’t look back
Gonna ride the train till it jumps the track

She’s a lovely vision
With a jaundiced eye
And a bag of lies
And I don’t care

She’s the choirgirl
Who all the monsters bless
She’s a greedy mess
And I don’t care
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There’s no master plan and I won’t look back
Gonna ride the train till it jumps the track

She’s a devil with a blue dress on
She’s a devil with a red dress on
She’s a devil with a black dress on
She’s a devil with no dress on

She’s a metal flower
From another world
She’s an acid girl
And I don’t care

She’s a secret language
Only I can hear
We can’t make it clear
And I don’t care

There’s no master plan and I won’t look back
Gonna ride the train till it jumps the track

I saw you walking with that little friend of yours
You think you’ve got it made but you’re down on all fours
You both keep smiling as you race around the curves
But I know one day you’ll both get what you deserve

You never were that good at seeing where you’re at
And you don’t like it when you have to face the facts
And you don’t like to think about the time you cracked
Because listening is the most dangerous of acts

Ba ba ba ba ba

Everything’s so easy when you don’t get what you want
I’m so disappointed but i’ll put up a good front
You leave for now but I know you’ll be back around
Cause in the end there is no better place to drown

One day I’ll see you at the bottom of the sea
And then i’ll tell you just how much you meant to me
And if i’m not there well you won’t be waiting long
And in the meantime you can sing the same old song

Ba ba ba ba ba

Take all your dirty daydreams
And go and drown them in the lake
And skies will open for you
And you can have all you can take

Maybe we’re lying to you

We’ll give you beads and blankets if that’s all you want
You’ll get a piece of paper if that’s all you want
You’re selling yourself cheap if that’s all you want

Two years of jordan almonds
And midnight phone calls from the feds
You’ll never see it coming
They’ll get it on a fisheye lens

But you’ll still look terrific

We’ll put you on the guestlist if that’s all you want
We’ll go and blame your victims if that’s all you want
You’re selling yourself cheap if that’s all you want

And if you’re feeling frightened
We’ll put the serpents in the sheaths
We have a high admission but you can pay with perfect teeth

And when the day is done
We’ll let you get a little sleep
On sheets of gold and silk
And you can get a moment’s peace

We have a high admission but you can pay with perfect teeth

I’m so fucking sad
I’m so fucking sad

Jill had a dream and she pursued it doggedly
She set her sights high
But she gave it out for free
And in the end her best intentions led her back where she began
And you can hear her saying

I’m so fucking sad
I’m so fucking sad
Don’t try to tell me it’s not that bad
I’m so fucking sad

Jim had some scores to settle way back from high school
He spent his days inventing
New ways to be cruel
He thought his day would come
And when it didn’t his frustration grew
And he tells all the drunkards

I’m so fucking sad
I’m so fucking sad
Don’t try to tell mе it’s not that bad
I’m so fucking sad

The Long Afternoon
It doesn’t matter if the biggеr things go right
Because the little ones still bring you to your knees
If you’re not hungry and if you don’t sleep alone
Then you’ll still be consumed by minor tragedies

I’m so fucking sad

After her master’s Jen went for her Ph.D
Then she lost interest and she had a year at sea
Now she’s a service rep at one of those big retail companies

And she tells her adviser
And she tells all her friends
And she tells everybody

I’m so fucking sad
I’m so fucking sad
Don’t try to tell me it’s not that bad
I’m so fucking sad

So fucking sad
So fucking sad

Ring the bells
This is the day we always dreamed about
People cheer
As the procession takes us to the house of kings

We can make things right
We can do great things
And tomorrow’s bright
I believe

Lay the stones
Build the foundation for better days to come
Grease the wheels
Peddle the affluence, keep the dogs in chains today

We can make things right
We can do great things
And tomorrow’s bright
I believe

They’re in your dreams and in your face
This gang of kids with dead men’s genes
But i’ve got grist for the shill
And I believe

Bar the door
This will blow over, they can’t force our hand
Hear the shells
Out past the courtyard, that will make things calm again

We can make things right
We can do great things
And tomorrow’s bright
I believe

Dip your toe into the water
Do you really think you oughta
Cross the river like an otter
You’ll still be your mother’s daughter

You say you want to swim
You say you want to swim
You say you want to swim
Well I wish you would

All the things you just let fester
They’re like static on an old transistor
But when you finally lance the blister
You’ll still be your brother’s sister

You say you want to run
You say you want to run
You say you want to run
Well I wish you would
Well I wish you would
Well I wish you

Would you never change
Would you stay the same
Would you take all the blame

Here’s the qualm you need to smother
It’s always one thing or another
But when you peel away the covers
You’ll still be your sister’s lover

You say you want to change
You say you want to change
You say you want to change
Well I wish you would
Well I wish you would
Well I wish you would

You’re a lullaby
Swathed in eider down
Drifting off to sleep
Softly down the stream

Another entry in the book, showing some measure of respect
Kindly awaiting your response
Before we shut the whole thing down

You’re a diplomat
To a group of eels
Every day you breathe
Writes another line

Another entry in the book, showing some measure of respect
Kindly awaiting your response
Before we shut the whole thing down

Here’s the boost you need
It’s a perfect fake
You’re a lullaby
Another maladjustment

Another entry in the book, showing some measure of respect
Kindly awaiting your response
Before we shut the whole thing down